My thoughts flow
with the river stream
I see my life mirrored
in the distorted shapes
and non-rhythmic sounds.
The stones speak to me
with their sharp edges
Blood flows in the water
emphasizing insignificance
of harbored resentments.
It appeared as if the universe was conspiring to prove the futility of life. I came here to end my earthly existence, rather than lose my individuality to the ocean.
Then, I saw water falling from the mountain, with high pressure, and creating a small universe around it. It nurtured different forms of life in it, and renewed itself after hitting the rocks. The spot had boosted tourism, providing livelihood to many people.
I had found the meaning of life.
Poem, then prose – a form of Haibun inspired by
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #39
Image: eskipaper.com
Beautiful!
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Excellent prose! I loved this Haibun. It read like a revelation to the world of great knowledge. ❤
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Thank you so much!
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